Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“Anytime.”
I blushed.
We headed after Boris.
Four Black Axe soldiers rounded the corner, spotted us, and fired.
Shit!
Shoving Giorgio to the ground, I ducked. A bullet sailed over my head. I shot back, getting one guy in the head.
With the Clown’s shotgun, Boris fired on the last three. They collapsed into a bloody heap.
“Blue.” Unharmed, Giorgio got up and straightened his jacket. “You saved my life.”
“Sure did.” I ran forward and stepped over the dead soldiers.
Giorgio came up behind me. “I guess that means that I now owe you my underwear.”
“What?” My face twisted in shock. “No. That is not what it means—”
“I believe that is the deal we have going—”
“No. This is not something that I have agreed to—”
“Understand this, Blue. My underwear will be in your room soon—”
“Keep your damn underwear with you—”
“It will be clean—”
“I do not want your—”
“Guys!” Boris peeked into an opened door. “I see them!”
“Good.” I raced to Boris as he disappeared through the door.
Giorgio called after me, “We will discuss my underwear later!”
“We will not!” I stepped inside.
The hallway was made of dark cherrywood, with floor to ceiling windows and a polished wood floor. A sweet fragrance tickled my senses.
For now this section hadn’t been destroyed.
Meanwhile, several feet up ahead. . .Ufuoma was whipping Maxwell’s ass in the center of the hallway.
Oh my.
Giorgio, Boris, and I stood there in shock, watching them.
Ufuoma was a blur of whistling punches and kicks. Her feet moved faster than my eyes could follow, dashing in and out of range to deliver devastating attacks.
Simply taking the abuse, Maxwell stumbled back as his arms rose to defend his face, then his chest, and then back to his face.
Maxwell, what are you doing? Punch back!
This was complete bullshit. I knew he also was a good fighter, but the whole time with Ufuoma, he remained defensive, instead of attacking.
Ufuoma aimed for his chest and attacked.
Maxwell managed to block Ufuoma’s wild punches.
I leaned my head to the side. “Clearly, I can shoot her now.”
“Maxwell does not want us to.” Boris let out an exasperated breath. “We must respect that.”
I sucked my teeth. “And if Ufuoma ends up killing Maxwell, then what will we tell the Mouse?”
Boris didn’t answer as he jogged forward.
Damn it. Men!
Giorgio and I rushed after him.
Up ahead, Ufuoma screamed and charged for Maxwell again, flailing her fisted hand.
Shit!
Fast, he twisted around the punch and gently grabbed Ufuoma’s wrist in mid-air.
Exhausted, Ufuoma fell backward into the wall and slid down it.
Thank God.
Maxwell jumped on top of her. His massive hand clamped down on her neck. Next, he straddled her body probably so she couldn’t get away. “Are you tired yet?”
She bared her teeth at him. “I will never be too tired to kill you!”
“Yes.” Giorgio smiled. “It must be love at first sight.”
I scowled.
We made it to the happy, violent couple.
I stared in shock as Ufuoma somehow flipped Maxwell over and straddled him.
Laying on his back, Maxwell grinned and let out a full belly laugh. “You really are one bad ass chick.”
“I am.” She grabbed a small knife from inside of her shirt and got ready to stab him. “And now you are going to—”
“Hey!” I pointed my gun at her. “Drop the knife, bitch!”
Ufuoma kept the knife above her hand and glared at me. “Bitch? Do I know you?”
Keeping my aim on her head, I hurried over. “You shot at me like you knew me.”
“Aww. The Afro-Russian with the blue hair. It was an easy target.”
“Oh, really?” I placed my finger on the trigger.
“Drop the knife, Ufuoma.” Maxwell folded his arms behind his head. “Once she does, Blue, put the gun away.”
Ufuoma slung the knife to the side.
Forget that. I want to shoot her.
I kept the gun on her head and smirked. “Easy target?”
“Blue.” Maxwell sneered. “Put the gun up.”
“What about Suzanne and Eve?” I stepped closer. “I should at least be able to put a bullet in her—”
“Put the fucking gun down!” Maxwell yelled and then let out a long breath. “Damn. I’m tired as fuck.”
Ufuoma tried to rise from Maxwell.
“No, baby.” Maxwell shook his head. “Relax.”
“Stop calling me baby.” Frowning, Ufuoma climbed off him. “I am not your baby.”
A boom burst near the hull.
The yacht violently pitched severely to the side, throwing me off balance. I slammed into the wall as hard as a sack of potatoes and almost dropped my gun.
Ufuoma spotted my weakness and charged for me.
Yes. Come here.
I tightened my grip on the gun and headed her way.
The yacht bucked like a wild mare.
Shrieking, Ufuoma fell back.
I stumbled forward, skidding across the floorboards. “Ah!”
I saw the guys rolling and slipping our way too.
Jesus Christ!
The damn yacht must have been at a sickening angle, halfway lying in the ocean and maybe about to sink.
The yacht groaned and screeched in agony.
Maxwell tried to stand up straight, but couldn’t. He leaned over in a strange way. “Yo!”